Olivia
“I’ve had enough,” I said.
Elder Mingan’s steely gaze locked onto mine, her lips curling into a mocking smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“And what do you plan to do, Miss Olivia?” she sneered, each word dripping with condescension. “Everyone knows you don’t have your wolf. And let’s be honest, even if you did—you wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”
The other Elders, draped in their ceremonial robes, nodded in agreement, their eyes cold and calculating.
But it was Elliot, my baby boy, cradled in Elder Corbin’s arms, who truly tore at my heart. His innocent eyes darted around, wide and fearful.
The soft golden curls on his head seemed out of place amidst the cruel austerity of the Elder’s arms, and beside him, his sister still lay in her crib, crying
